Kurapika x Reader Romance (18+)

18 - Giving in to Desire

You both step out of the elevator and wander down the hall, trying to scope out your room number.

You arrive at the desired room, and Kurapika dips both hands in his suit pockets trying to find the key card. A panicked expression covers his face as he widens his eyes and his cheeks show a hint of color. He moves his fingers around a bit deeper in his pocket and lets out a relieved sigh, pulling out the room key that had somehow buried itself in his obnoxiously deep suit pockets.

"Thank God. I thought we were in big trouble for a second there," he confesses, relieved.

Kurapika, you're so perfect. Literally, everything you do or say... Even if what you're doing is making a mistake, it still comes across as perfect to me.

God, how do I manage to embarrass myself in my own thoughts?

You raise one eyebrow. "I have a spare card you know..."

"Oh... Aha. forgot about that. Where is my mind lately..." he explains, pointing a finger straight up, slightly curling it in embarrassment after a second of holding it up. He activates the door and slides it open with you following behind him

You glance at the clock on the nightstand between the beds and notice it's only 8 pm

"Hm!" you say surprised. "It's not as late as I thought, and I'm not even a little tired, what do you wanna do Pika?" you question, mentally cringing at the nickname that escaped your mouth for some reason.

The blonde had already made it to his bed and had his head down while sitting on it, but he brought it up once you started talking. He looked fairly surprised at the name you used for him.

"Since when am I Pika?" he asks

You do a little closed-mouth giggle. "Since five seconds ago when I decide to call you it," you say in an assured tone with your arms crossed.

"Oh, alright," he replies. You're not sure how he feels about it

You uncross your arms and pinch the bridge of your nose, grinning. "I'm totally kidding, I'll only call you that if you want me to." You explain while removing your hand from your nose

"Oh, did you think I was being sarcastic? Sorry, I catch myself sounding unintentionally sarcastic quite a lot. Don't worry, that was my genuine reaction. If it makes you happy to use then go ahead, I don't mind at all."

He says all of this in a relatively serious tone. He always sounds so unnecessarily apologetic when there's no reason for him to

Every time he talks to you, you can't help but want to get as close as possible and just melt. Your brain goes in two ways. There are moments like right now- where you just want to cuddle with him, comfort him, and play with his hair, but then there are moments where you just want to grab him and give him every ounce of pleasure he deserves.

"Okay Pika," you reply, while at the same time chuckling at the serious tone he had throughout his little nickname speech. "Can I come sit on your bed?" you ask, pointing to the empty spot next to him.

"Yes, of course you can, ". The way he says it makes it sound like it was stupid of you to ask him, and that you always have automatic permission to get close. You really liked that.

You get up from your bed, sliding your hands down the back of your thighs while doing so to try and prevent your dress from going too far up your legs. You plop yourself down onto Kurapika's bed and scoot close to him until your legs are touching each other's.

The blonde sits silently for a moment before gripping your thigh. You can feel his slightly callused fingertips caressing your skin through your dress. "Can I kiss you again?" he asks.

Your face becomes very flush at his bold proposal, but you obviously want to say yes. You want to feel his lips against yours again, only this time, you want it to last much longer

"You little shit, I wanted to be the one to ask that." you reply with a grin. "so yeah, duh, of course you-"

Your words are cut off by him getting exceptionally close to your face. You feel his warm breath against your lips. He grips your thigh tighter and brings his other hand to the back of your head. The sensation of his fingers slipping between thick sections of your hair tickles your brain

"Are you gonna kiss me?" You whisper, your bottom lip barely grazing his. The sexual tension builds with every breath. You don't want to be to the side of him anymore, so you grab his shoulder and slowly swing yourself on top of him, perfectly fitting in his lap.

You'd never really done this before, so you weren't sure if what you were doing would get him "excited" in the slightest. You place both hands on his chest and bring yourself so close that your whole upper bodies were touching. The only problem was that your elbows were now awkwardly bent, so, to adjust to this new close position, you snake your arms around his neck so that they rested on his shoulders.

He wasn't showing it quite yet, but he's very excited to be in this position with you. He can no longer help himself, so he hastily pulls your head toward him, making your lips connect. He only had to shift your head the slightest bit since you were already so close before. You keep your lips practically still upon impact for the first few seconds, inhaling deeply with your nose, trying to absorb all of the emotions you were both feeling.

You are soon swept away in a wave of desire and your mouths start to move in passionate patterns. He nudges his tongue between the opening of your mouth, asking for permission to enter. You graciously accept his offer without an ounce of hesitation. He enters your mouth, your tongues adjoining, and you discretely feel his front teeth graze against the tip of your tongue as you enter his mouth in return.

I'm in heaven. I can't believe this is happening. That first kiss was great, but it was nothing compared to this. I hope I'm not shaking too much, but I'm just so nervous and blown away by how quickly this is escalating... Not saying that I want it to slow down- I definitely don't want that.

Low groans of pleasure echo throughout your mouths and the sound of his androgynous yet husk voice arouses you even further. Throughout all this, you can feel your bodies rubbing against each other. Your body wanted him so much that it was practically on its knees, begging to get closer than humanly possible. His lap is so comfortable, and you're not sure you ever want to leave it. You bring your hands to his cheeks and cup them. They were nearly steaming.

Is he blushing?

You pull away from Kurapika to catch your breath- leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. You open your eyes and notice that Kurapika's facial features are shifted in such a way that he appears aroused and vulnerable, and his breathing is pretty staggered. It's clear to you now that he wants you just as much as you want him.